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During a season of its own making
His bare footsteps stir midnight
Waking the dust and stars alike
Lunar light reflects a sheer silence
He feels that rising tide coming
On her desk laid pictures taken
Capturing them in their moments
Her keen eye lived behind the lens
Intuitively he sat to re-envision- hers
Each snapshot brought her closer
So close, he felt her eyelashes brush
Just as a shooting star streaked by
Adorned by a fresh scent of Jasmine
And all the vivid colors came to life
If but only for a few microseconds
Yet on an unforgotten soft sandy beach
Depicted in a pile of paper color sheets
Still beckoning to him outside his door
Where he visits- feeling his loneliest
A place his greatest love was found
Until it was lost- in the blink of an eye
Somewhere amongst rebroken waves
Stalled in time as well as in his mind
Neath twilight’s draped hours of greys
Roaring angst and quivered whispers
As the sand clutched tight in his hands
Fell from relinquished grains of pain
A broken-hearted soul left drowning
Inside a dream that left him stranded
As it sails outside the depths of his heart
On an ocean, he witnessed… unfound
Poet of the Light © 2022
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